Sixfold Poetry Winter 2021
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Sixfold is an all-writer-voted journal. All writers who upload their manuscripts vote to select the highest-voted $1000 prize-winning manuscripts and all the short stories and poetry published in each issue.
In Sixfold Poetry Winter 2021: Laura Apol | I Take a Realtor through the House & other poems :: Rebekah Wolman | How I Want my Body Taken & other poems :: Devon Bohm | The Word & other poems :: Gillian Freebody | The Right Kind of Woman & other poems :: Anne Marie Wells | Gravestone Flowers & other poems :: Laura Turnbull | Restoration & other poems :: Andre F. Peltier | A Fistful of Ennui & other poems :: Peter Kent | Reflections on the Late Nuclear Attack on Boston & other poems :: Carol Barrett | Canal Poem #8: Hides & other poems :: Alix Lowenthal | Abortion Clinic Waiting Room & other poems :: Latrise P. Johnson | From My Women & other poems :: Brenna Robinson | repurposed & other poems :: may panaguiton | MOON KILLER & other poems :: Elizabeth Farwell | The Life That Scattered & other poems :: Bill Cushing | Two Stairways & other poems :: Richard Baldo | A Note to Prepare You & other poems :: Blake Foster | Aubade from the Coast & other poems :: Bernard Horn | Glamour & other poems :: Harald Edwin Pfeffer | Still stiff with morning cold & other poems :: Nia Feren | Neon Orange Tree Trunks & other poems :: Everett Roberts | A Mourning Performance & other poems :: Alaina Goodrich | The Way I Wander & other poems :: Olivia Dorsey Peacock | the iron maiden and other adornments & other poems
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Sixfold Poetry Winter 2021
by Sixfold
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2021 Sixfold and The Authors
www.sixfold.org
Sixfold is a completely writer-voted journal. The writers who upload their manuscripts vote to select the prize-winning manuscripts and the short stories and poetry published in each issue. All participating writers’ equally weighted votes act as the editor, instead of the usual editorial decision-making organization of one or a few judges, editors, or select editorial board.
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Sixfold Poetry Winter 2021
Laura Apol | I Take a Realtor through the House... & other poems
Rebekah Wolman | How I Want my Body Taken & other poems
Devon Bohm | The Word & other poems
Gillian Freebody | The Right Kind of Woman & other poems
Anne Marie Wells | Gravestone Flowers & other poems
Laura Turnbull | Restoration & other poems
Andre F. Peltier | A Fistful of Ennui & other poems
Peter Kent | Reflections on the Late Nuclear Attack on Boston & other poems
Carol Barrett | Canal Poem #8: Hides & other poems
Alix Lowenthal | Abortion Clinic Waiting Room & other poems
Latrise P. Johnson | From My Women & other poems
Brenna Robinson | repurposed & other poems
may panaguiton | MOON KILLER & other poems
Elizabeth Farwell | The Life That Scattered & other poems
Bill Cushing | Two Stairways & other poems
Richard Baldo | A Note to Prepare You & other poems
Blake Foster | Aubade from the Coast & other poems
Bernard Horn | Glamour & other poems
Harald Edwin Pfeffer | Still stiff with morning cold & other poems
Nia Feren | Neon Orange Tree Trunks & other poems
Everett Roberts | A Mourning Performance & other poems
Alaina Goodrich | The Way I Wander & other poems
Olivia Dorsey Peacock | the iron maiden and other adornments & other poems
Contributor Notes
Laura Apol
Photo of my Mother at Eighteen, Seated
I want to lean into the woman
in the white Adirondack
as boldly as she leans back, dark lipstick
and pincurls, sleeveless pale blouse,
slim arms wrapping her own waist—
and her smile. That irrepressible smile.
She is Fourth of July fireworks,
sunflower turned toward the sun,
and I am somewhere deep within her,
swaddled in a future so far off
she can barely dream it. She is
so goddamned happy, and so young.
How long before her beautiful cells
will begin undoing themselves,
myelin dissevering, nerves ruined and raw?
When is the outset, the unseen scarring
before the scars? There will be decades
between this Adirondack
and the electric-powered chair—
years when she’ll roll down
her socks, roll up the waist of her skirt,
make the world hers, until one day
she no longer feels pain
and the sole clue to too hot or too close or
too much is the smell of her own flesh,
scorched. Those glorious arms.
I want to lean into this stranger
in the white Adirondack,
head-thrown-back laughing—
so goddamned happy. So young.
I Take a Realtor Through the House I’ve Lived in for Twenty Years
Once again I was there and once again I was leaving
and again it seemed as though nothing had changed
even while it was all changing
—W.S. Merwin
Windows that wouldn’t open, a door
that wouldn’t close; the worn-carpet
room of my son, cobalt
room of my daughter, flowered-over grave
of the backyard dog. Sump pump,
shingles, emergency contact and every shadow
a ghost. Up these stairs I was young, filled
with tomorrows as I took
lovers and lit candles; sang
with my children and prayed
for my children,
and wept and bled each month
and it is all past. The laundry off the line.
Pears rotting beneath the tree. Fireflies
and maple leaves, lost cat’s print in concrete
like the stories I read aloud
to my daughter before bed, my son
at the piano, Rachmaninov
in his sleep. New stove, used fridge,
all the dishes I washed, lunches I packed;
push mower, extension ladder, gutters cleaned
spring and fall. Wisteria and weeping
cherry, heights
penciled on the painted
frame of the door, painted over.
And now? Siding and ceiling fans,
hard-wood floors and fencing;
trees that fell
—as nothing, as everything,
changed.
Rebekah Wolman
Greetings from the Mezzanine
I’m writing from the mezzanine
where I’ve been put
in a vocabulary lesson
from my older brother’s fifth grade teacher
who suggested to her students
that they warn their younger siblings
If you don’t stop procrastinating
I’ll put you on the mezzanine.
I like the mezzanine seats.
The view is good
in a middle ground
happy medium
Goldilocks kind of way
not too close to see the whole stage
not too far to see the musician’s faces,
not so steep that it’s vertiginous.
Or it’s the mezzanine of a department store
where I’ve been put
and the furniture is just as just right
a couch stuffed full but not too full
a small upright piano not quite in tune
but good enough
and a well-stocked rack
of magazines for browsing.
I may stay for a while
inhabiting this story between stories
this liminal pause
considering my defense of procrastination
that it’s germination
or hibernation
both natural phases
in this cyclical living.
There’s a small café
with Sacher torte and Linzer torte
with linden tea and a sundae served
in a glass goblet with a dimple
where the bowl joins the stem
and the melted ice cream pools.
The final drop is never quite retrievable
but I’ll be here for a while, trying.
To-Do List, Items 1 & 2
1.
Rinse poems, it says.